Fuyuki's Hot Night

Author’s notes: This is a requested fic by Random Phantom, and I owe him credit for helping me develop the plot for it. Also, I only own copies of the first four manga volumes, so this won’t be up-to-date with the latest anime episode or manga volume. Enjoy the fic!

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Today was one of Natsumi’s worst days of school this year.

Ever since yesterday, her student ID card had been missing, which meant that she was practically forced to skip lunch that day. She figured she would look for it when she was home, but wherever she looked it was nowhere to be found. She even tried again this morning, checking both dresser drawers containing her clothes and other possessions, but to no avail. She instead took some money that was in her drawer. There it was: hidden among the yen bills she kept in her drawer for other purposes.

Next period was Korean. Today, her teacher decided that the class should watch a video. Now, watching class videos is more fun than listening to someone drone on and on while one writes stuff down into a notebook, right? Normally, the answer would be right, but the video in question consisted of a whole bunch of kiddy sing-a-longs translating the lyrics to each song between Korean and Japanese. Obviously, none of the students liked it, and one even threw a paper ball at the TV set. What the fuck was this teacher thinking, to show this pile of shit to a bunch of 10th graders?

3rd and 4th periods were okay, nothing noteworthy happening. 5th period was her study hall period, which took place at the 1st floor cafeteria. Yesterday, another student had set up a meeting with some fellow students at a particular table to review the material for an upcoming history exam. Natsumi wanted to aim for the highest grade possible for this test, so she agreed to attend the study group. Ironically, though, no one was there. Did Natsumi come to the wrong table? She checked all the other tables, and the person whom she recognized as the head of the group wasn’t anywhere to be found, nor were any of the other students who were even part of the group. What happened?

To top it all off, just when she thought she would go visit Mutsumi instead of coming home, she found out that her cell phone was missing. She must have forgotten about it while she was too busy looking for her ID card. Without her phone, she couldn’t let Fuyuki know that she wouldn’t come home until later today. Great. No other choice for her but to come straight home and tell him in person where she’s going.

“If Frogface so much as lets me notice him,” Natsumi muttered, “he’s in for the beating of his fucking life!”

Upon returning home, she decided to get a snack from the refridgerator… and noticed that a certain chocolate cake that she baked for Mutsumi’s birthday was gone.

Keroro, meanwhile, was blissfully munching away at the cake that Natsumi took the time to bake… until a giant silhouette of a certain girl who lived in this household filled up the dining room.

“That was such a delicious cake,” said the frog/alien, albeit weakly. He was too full to try and mock her. Then it had begun. The cherry-haired girl picked the frog up by the neck and brought him at eye-level.

“Glad you liked it, pig, cause you won’t like what you’re gonna get now,” she replied, before commencing to slam him against the wall a number of times. “WHO—DO—YOU—THINK—YOU—ARE—TO-EAT-SOMETHING—THAT—ISN’T—YOUR’S?” She continued, one slam ensuing between each word. “THAT—CAKE—WAS—FOR—NEXT—WEEK—YOU—STUPID—FROGFUCKER!!!”

“Natsumi? Is something wrong?” asked Fuyuki, after hearing the commotion. Natsumi then threw Keroro against the opposite wall while turning to face her brother, and the frog was dazed upon landing on the floor.

“Well, duh!! Of course something’s wrong. Why else would I be giving that stupid frog something that he had coming to him?”

“What did the Sergeant just do?”

“I just noticed Frogbutt eating that birthday cake that I baked for 623-san’s birthday next week. That’s what he’s been doing.”

“So you have to beat him nearly to death just for that? You still have another week to bake another cake. Now go and apologize to the Sergeant.”

“Nope! He’s an alien. Aliens don’t get apologies, especially not the ones who want to conquer the world, and especially not from me, and especially not when I’m having a really bad day.”

Needless to say, this pissed Fuyuki off, but Keroro had long since stormed off from where he landed before Natsumi said any of that. Guess where the alien was: in the basement which he turned into his very own bedroom.

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“Oooohhh, that girl’s going to pay dearly for what she did,” said Keroro, to no one in particular. “And I know exactly how.”

That night, while everyone was long since fast asleep, Keroro stayed awake, working on… some kind of ray gun. In the midst of his work, a light-brown-skinned girl with blonde hair woke up and walked up to Keroro.

“Uncle, what’re you making?” asked the girl, whose name was Angol Moa (also known as the Lord of Terror).

“Just a little something for Natsumi,” replied Keroro.

“What’s it do?” asked Moa. Keroro then hopped onto her shoulder and whispered something into her ear.

“Oh boy, I’d like something like that. Can I help you?” asked she.

“Always glad to have some assistance,” said he.

“Cool!” she exclaimed. “Once we’re done, I’ll be hotter than any of those other girls I saw on YouTube.”

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The next day wasn’t so bad for Natsumi as the previous. Nothing noteworthy happened; it was just a normal day like any… normal, that is, until she got home.

Upon opening the door, she was greeted by Keroro, who was holding the same gun he had been working on the previous night. A beam fired from the gun, but it didn’t kill her.

The next thing she knew, however, she then felt some weird feeling in her breasts, hips, and butt, accompanied with a sound similar to a balloon—or, four balloons—being blown. She looked down at her chest, and noticed that they got slightly bigger than normal. Then they got even bigger, and bigger, and the “balloon” sound could be heard with each increment in size. The funny feeling became painful as Natsumi could feel the skin being stretched, and she hoped that the fleshy organs wouldn’t pop like actual balloons.

It didn’t help either that she could feel her shirt getting tight around her breasts, also exposing her belly and part of her back. Somehow, though, she didn’t feel her bra or panties getting tight, so two articles of clothing must have been expanding with her body parts. Good thing, because much to her embarrassment, her skirt was no longer enough to cover her butt, and if her panties didn’t expand, it would seem as if she were wearing a thong.

The expansions stopped as soon as her now-spherical breasts were already the size of dodgeballs. Her hips were also somewhat wider, though still being able to be supported by her thighs. Her butt was already as large and round as possible, but didn’t exceed the new width of her hips. The stretching pain then subsided, although the tight feeling of her shirt around her chest still remained.

“Now how will you be able to leave this house?” taunted Keroro, as the girl became both embarrassed and pissed off. She then started to chase the frog around the house, yelling things like “GET BACK HERE!” Her breasts and butt jiggled and wobbled in every which direction, as far as her chest and hips would allow, while she was in motion. Try as she might, though, she could never get her bare—or in this case gloved—hands on the amphibian, as he was small enough to run under chairs and other objects that would only impede her.

Fuyuki overheard the commotion, and walked over to see what was going on.

“Natsumi? What did he—How did you end up like that?” asked the boy as he noticed the obvious anatomical changes in the girl’s body.

Just as the girl was about to answer, Moa walked in on the scene. Her own assets had already become just as huge as Natsumi’s had. Such a sight had resulted in a hardening feeling in Fuyuki’s penis, which he managed by squeezing it before closing his thighs over it.

“Moa? He did it to you too?” asked Natsumi in surprise.

“I helped Uncle with his new invention,” responded Moa, to both siblings. “So, how d’ya like my new look?”

“Cool!” exclaimed Fuyuki. “Even Mom’s tits aren’t that big.” The boy then faced Keroro. “Hey Sergeant, mind letting me try something with that?”

“I don’t think so,” Natsumi answered for Keroro. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to school like this, and certainly no way you’re taking that thing there either.”

“I meant on someone a bit closer to home,” Fuyuki returned.

“Mom’s not even home, and even if she was, you’re not going to use her as a guinea pig. Don’t you know what incest is?”

“No, not her. The ghost in the basement.”

“Oh, her? Fine, whatever, have fun!”

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The ghost in question was one of a kimono-clad girl with long, ebony hair that reached down to her hips. She was first discovered shortly after Keroro was given residence in the Hinata household. Overtime, Keroro and the Hinata family had gotten used to her presence, becoming less and less frightened of her. In fact, just recently, a spooky-story contest was held in the basement, during which towards the end, she was noticed in the audience after Fuyuki took his turn telling a scary story.

Fuyuki and Moa walked into the basement leaving the lights off so as to not scare away the ghost. The former continued clutching his crotch with his free hand as they walked, while the latter’s bust and butt jiggled slightly as the two of them walked. Natsumi declined on following them, opting instead to start baking a new birthday cake for Mutsumi..

After a bit of looking around, Fuyuki spotted the ghost, aimed the gun in her direction, and fired away. It did result in the ghost’s assets being expanded the same way Natsumi’s expansions had been described. However, unlike Natsumi (and Moa before her), the ghost didn’t feel any pain. She couldn’t feel pain because she had no blood running through her body. The expansion in the ghost’s butt wasn’t quite as noticeable as Natsumi’s or Moa’s, since she was facing them and sitting on her legs while floating in mid-air. However, Fuyuki and Moa did notice that her cleavage was now visible, and it turned out that she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her kimono.

The two living children cheered and did a hi-five. Just then, they could hear the doorbell ring from across the house, and walked out of the basement before the ghost could do anything.

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“Nishizawa-san,” greeted Fuyuki to Momoka as he opened the front door. “How are you today?”

“Hi, Hinata-kun,” replied Momoka, who then noticed Moa standing behind him. “Err, how did Moa end up like that?”

“Something that she helped the Sergeant create,” explained Fuyuki. “Natsumi was also altered, but I don’t think she wants anyone to see her as she is.”

“Hey, mind trying it on me?” asked Momoka curiously.

“No problem,” replied Fuyuki, as he raised the gun and zapped her. The blue-haired girl underwent the same transformation as Moa, Natsumi, and the basement ghost. Her bust and butt started swelling up little by little, with each increment of expansion accompanied by the sound of balloons being blown. Her undergarments also expanded with her body, while her shirt and skirt retained their normal size. Some brief pain formed in her breasts and butt from having the skin in those areas stretched, making her cringe, but subsided a few seconds after the body parts in question stopped expanding. Her bust and butt were no smaller than those of the other girls after the expansion.

“How’s it feel?” he asked.

She lifted her newly augmented breasts and wiggled her amplified buttocks a little, smiling with amazement, before answering. “Nice.”

“Anyone wanna watch me dance like one of those girls on the internet?” asked Moa.

Fuyuki, Keroro, and Momoka decided to watch her, and they all went into the living room. Moa handed Momoka a video camera that was placed somewhere in the room, and then started her performance.

There she was, the very Lord of Terror herself, shaking her massive ass around. She faced away from her audience and started off by connecting her knees with each other. Up and down her ass went, then a little faster, then in clockwise circles, and so on. She then turned her body around while still moving her ass in circles. Next, she placed the emphasis on her bosom, swinging it around in circles, then back and forth. Then she faced the left side from where she was standing, squatted down, and continued using her ass again, shaking it up and down.

While Momoka continued to hold the video camera to tape Moa’s act with, Fuyuki began to grip his stiff cock through his pants. He was now starting to wish he could put that thing into someone’s pussy or mouth. Not that he never did have an erection before. In fact, he indeed had the tendency to lust over his own mother Aki (especially whenever she did come home). If one takes into consideration that that woman had the biggest bosom he had ever seen (up until today, that is) and was known to wear revealing clothes while at home, then it wouldn’t be that hard to understand. But even Aki was never one to act like such a depraved slut, like Moa was right now.

“Mind if I give it a try?” asked Momoka, while still holding the camera. Moa then stopped, and the blue-haired girl took her place. “Just for Hinata-kun, okay?”

Moa and Keroro walked out of the room in compliance.

“And… please don’t record me, okay?

“Sure thing,” replied Fuyuki as he turned the camera off.

Momoka then began, albeit somewhat more timidly than Moa started. She started off by just moving her hips around in small, horizontal circles, which went on for about the first minute. Still somewhat nervous, she then started to bop her butt up and down, though not as forcefully as Moa previously had. Then a small V pattern with her butt, and then she finally got the nerve to go all out. Now she was moving her ass in circles just as wide as Moa’s. She then started to turn around and focus on her breasts, shaking them horizontally.

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In the meantime, Moa walked into the kitchen, and decided to chat with Natsumi.

“What’s that for?” asked Moa.

“It’s for 623-san’s birthday next week,” explained Natsumi, who took the finished cake out of the oven.

“Looks tasty. Can I have some?”

“No, this still has to stay intact, and you better tell your little friend that if he eats this one again, he’s gonna be getting a taste of hell. Right in there, that is.” Natsumi was pointing into the oven as she spoke those last five words.

A few minutes went by, and neither of the two girls had anything to say. Then Natsumi decided to break the silence.

“So, what’re Fuyuki and his little friend up to anyway?” she asked.

“Oh. Fuyuki’s just watching Momoka dance like she’s hot,” answered Moa. “You’re turn’s coming up if you’re interested.”

Hearing about this pissed the redhead off to no end. “You mean Momoka’s being a slut and my own brother’s being a pervert?” she growled, making a fist of her hand as a bulge formed in the side of her forehead.

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Not even a minute after Momoka really got her act started, Natsumi had walked into the living room, with Moa following her.

“What a cheap way to win someone’s affection, Momoka!!!” the redhead screamed. The bluehead then stopped, and her temper flared up.

“Who the hell are you to interrupt me when I’m just getting good at this?” Momoka screamed back, before Natsumi turned towards her brother.

“And as for you… just, who do you think you are to ask someone to act like that?”

“Me? I didn’t ask her to dance,” stated Fuyuki. “Moa’s the one who danced like this first, and Nishizawa-san asked if she could do it too. It was Moa’s idea.”

Natsumi then noticed the ray gun that was previously used to alter all three girls currently in the room. She walked over to it and snatched it from off the table.

“Natsumi, put that down,” ordered Fuyuki as he gripped it.

“Let go of that!” ordered Natsumi back, as the two of them tried to wrestle it out of each other’s hands. A minute later, Moa also tried to take it for herself, thinking that the two siblings were playing a game. Momoka, however, continued fuming at Natsumi’s interruption of her performance. After another thirty seconds passed by, the gun snapped in half.

“I win,” announced Moa, who had ended up with the barrel half of the device. The other two competitors gave her a wide-eyed look.

“It’s not a game, Moa,” explained Natsumi. “I was going to figure out how to reverse what this thing did to me.”

“I thought you were going to either zap me or reverse the effects on Nishizawa-san.”

“Stupid! Thanks to you, I’ll be stuck like this for the rest of my life, and so will Momoka—“

“Hold on. Maybe we can get the Sergeant to fix it or make a new one.”

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“Keroro?” Fuyuki called as he and the girls walked into the basement. Each of the girls were standing at least ten feet away from him and one another, choosing different spots to make themselves comfortable at.

“Master Fuyuki, is something wrong?” replied the alien.

“Well, we had a bit of a misunderstanding, and—“

The basement ghost appeared within the room, and floated in a straight line as Fuyuki was talking. Then Keroro noticed half of the gun in Fuyuki’s hands, and the other half in Moa’s.

“My invention is broken? Worry not, master. I’ll have that thing fixed in no time.”

The ghost disappeared while Keroro spoke, and then reappeared somewhere else around the others, floating in a different direction but an equally straight line…right through Momoka from behind her, which startled her.

Keroro retreated into his laboratory with the broken pieces of the weapon. The ghost once again disappeared for another second.

“Does anyone feel like the ghost who lives here is up to something?” asked Momoka, after Keroro closed the door behind him. Five seconds had already passed by since the ghost disappeared, before reappearing diagonally in front of Natsumi. The specter made yet another straight line through her, and disappeared into the wall behind her.

“It just passed right through me right now,” admitted Natsumi. Everyone then turned around to see where she would appear next.

“Ms. Ghost, is there something you want?” asked Moa.

The specter then appeared right near Fuyuki. This time, though, she didn’t move

“Oh, hi,” Fuyuki addressed the ghost. “Mind giving me your name?”

A second went by before she spoke. “I…have…no…name,” she answered.

“Is there any particular reason why you scared us like that?”

“Return…me…back.”

She then reached forward with her finger, giving the boy a tap with it. This caused his clothes to dissolve into mist, leaving his entire body (including his butt and genitals) exposed to the other girls in the room. His cheeks turned red with embarrassment as he sensed the girls gawking at him, but he didn’t become angry with the ghost. After all, it wasn’t like he got her permission to alter her body.

“Let’s…have…fun,” whispered the ghost, as Natsumi walked up behind the naked boy. The living girl then grabbed his wrists, and held them firmly behind his back. The spirit girl started off by kneeling down and putting her arm around his hip, fondling his butt with her icy hand.

“Natsumi, what’re you doing that for?” asked Fuyuki

“Because you’re such a pervert,” answered the girl. “I’ll bet the next thing you’ll do if I let you go is put your horny hands all over everyone.”

“You feel…so good,” said the ghost, before taking her hand off the scrawny boy’s naked butt.

“Let me go, Nat—“ ordered the boy. He then felt a fingertip connect lightly with the tip of his penis, which startled him. A light smile formed on the spirit’s lips, from seeing his reaction.

For now, Moa was content with simply masturbating at the sight of the naked boy. Momoka, however, wondered whether or not she should get part of the action. She had a crush on this boy, she was just as aroused as Moa at seeing him naked, and judging from the state of his cock, he seemed like he would want someone to satisfy his urges with. However, she was taught before that it isn’t proper to just ask someone to give in to one’s desires, and judging from his embarrassment, if she were to ask something like that right now, she might lose him even as a friend.

The ghost proceeded to wrap her fingers around Fuyuki’s dick, unwittingly eliminating all the tension that was building up in it. Mind you, his erection was already hurting from not being able to masturbate, and he was glad to have it relieved, but was also disappointed to lose all that pressure that was building up. He was hoping to keep his dick hard for when it came to actually having sex.

The ghost was equally disappointed about not being able to feel the hard sensation of Fuyuki’s cock for even a split second. She herself was hoping to put that thing in her mouth, but this gave her a different idea. She turned invisible, though without un-materializing, placed her fingertips around the base of his penis and scrotum, and dangled them side to side. This went on for about half a minute, and then Fuyuki broke free from Natsumi’s vice-like grip. Natsumi didn’t bother to regain her grip on Fuyuki’s wrists, and instead sat down and watched in disgust as Fuyuki pinned the ghost to the floor.

By this time, Momoka had already made the decision to take her own clothes off, and followed through with it. Her breasts didn’t droop; they stuck out horizontally from her chest, wiggling whenever she was in the slightest motion. The same was true with her big, round bottom.

“Fuyuki,” addressed Momoka, as the boy was just about to undo the ghost’s kimono sash. “Want me instead?”

Just the sight of Momoka naked was one that began to revive Fuyuki’s erection. Never did he see someone naked before, except for Natsumi’s incident at the swimsuit contest. To say “began to revive” is an understatement, as seeing a pair of naked breasts the size of soccer balls was also severely arousing.

“Momoka… god I want you so badly,” stated Fuyuki, his voice whispery from the stiff feeling in his member. “I’ve never felt this hard before. Lie down on your back.”

The girl complied, and Fuyuki put one finger from each hand into her vagina, pulling it open before finally inserting his thing into it. The feeling of Momoka’s gigantic boobs connecting with his chest increased the already excruciating pleasure even more for both participants. The ghost placed her hand on the boy’s butt once again, but he rolled over onto his back to counteract that. Momoka was now on top of Fuyuki, instead of the other way around, and as a bonus, Fuyuki was able to place each of his hands freely on her butt, getting as much of a squeeze as possible from the jiggling mounds of flesh.

Finally, he had his first orgasm, into the very girl who devoted herself to him. The two of them rolled back over, placing Momoka back beneath him. He got up, and pulled his still stiff member out from her pussy. Now that he had some of his sexual tension relieved, he decided to play with her bosom. Those hard nipples on her were nice and tempting, and he put his hands down over them, placing the tips of his thumbs and pointer fingers right around the areolas. He wasn’t gonna take it easy with her; he was gonna inflict as much of a sting as possible and see how hard she would cringe.

“Owwwwww!!!!!” The girl squealed in pain, but the boy’s fingers were filled with pleasure, and so was his cock. She then ground her teeth in pain and breathed heavily through them. His grip didn’t soften one bit. In fact, next, he began to wiggle them rapidly, side to side. Her breasts also jiggled in tandem with each respective nipple. This went on for ten seconds, and then he finally let go.

“Fuyuki, that hurt!” said Momoka, who was now clutching each nipple.

“I know it did,” responded Fuyuki, who was still sitting on her abdomen. “That’s exactly one of the things that’s so attractive about a girl’s nipples. If you want, though, I can heal the pain for you, now that I’m done.”

“Would you, please?”

He moved his butt off of the girl’s belly and between her thighs, before bringing his face down to her left breast. He pushed her breasts together and gave the nipple on that breast one lick, and then licked the right nipple one time, and finally, started sucking on it.

“Why am I watching this,” Natsumi thought. “The hell with them.” She turned around and decided instead to play some of the video games that Keroro had stored somewhere in the basement. Among the consoles that were available near the TV set, she noticed… a Sega Neptune? That console was scrapped a long time ago. She once read about it in some gaming magazine, and apparently, so did Keroro. What wonders that the Kero Ball could perform, but anyway, she randomly chose Doom. Okay, so it wasn’t as good as other versions such as on the PC, but it would’ve been a whole lot more interesting than glaring at her perverted brother and his slut of a girlfriend. Any game would have.

Fuyuki continued sucking on Momoka’s nipple while caressing the sides of her breasts, until his mouth was halfway full of breast milk. Man, that was some good stuff! After getting the desired amount, he swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it, and a look of content formed on his face after he did so.

“Delicious!” he commented. “Hey, want me to give *you* something to drink out of?” he asked, as he stood up and bobbed his big, red, hard, throbbing cock up and down with his fingers. Momoka stood up and gladly took the offer. The boy moaned in pleasure as he could feel the girl’s tongue caressing the underside of his penis. The blue-haired girl sucked on that sexy thing as the boy breathed heavily, and she wasn’t going to stop until he cummed. And cum he finally did, filling her mouth way up. Some of his own fluid still coated his penis as the girl slowly pulled away from it, and a strand of it still hung from both her mouth and the tip of his dick.

Just then, Fuyuki could feel a hand on his butt, though this time, it wasn’t as freezing cold as the ghost’s. Without even turning his head, he could already tell it was Moa’s hand. She was the only other living girl in the room, except for Natsumi (whom he noticed playing a video game from the corner of his eye).

“Fu-yu-kiiiii…” said Moa in a seductive tone. He turned around, his cock now limp, and noticed that both Moa and the ghost were now naked. “Can I have some now?”

“My dick needs to rest for a bit, but the rest of me is still kicking,” said Fuyuki. “Lie down, would you please?”

Moa did so, and Fuyuki got down onto his hands and knees. Momoka started fuming as he nuzzled Moa’s cleavage with his face while rubbing the sides of her breasts. The turquoise-haired girl would never have shaken her ass for anyone else except Fuyuki, the one who she hoped to have such an intimate relationship with him, and now he’s brushing her aside in favor of Moa? She was just hurt, and it was a good thing she was just as quick to calm down as she was to flare up.

Fuyuki continued to grope and squeeze those balloons of Moa’s, and even tried pressing them against each other. They were so big and round that he could wrap his arms around them. He spent the next ten seconds using his hands any way he could think of on them, and then…

WHACK!

He felt a cold, hard slap on his petite bottom. (And by cold, I mean literally cold, like ice.) It hurt enough to jerk him upright, and he couldn’t help but clutch his own butt as a pained tear formed in each eye. That spank was obviously one from the ghost, who then emanated a slightly sadistic giggle. Both Moa and the ghost noticed that Fuyuki’s erection was fully refreshed. It was so tempting for both girls (and Momoka) to touch whenever it was erect, but the ghost knew that it would only die out if she tried feeling it up again, so at first, she just gawked at it and masturbated instead. Moa was the one to get a hold of it. Upon wrapping her fingers around it, she first tried squeezing it as hard as possible, for roughly five seconds, until she couldn’t apply any more pressure to it. Then, she pulled at it slightly, and then yanked at it. The ghost then joined in and wrapped her arms around Fuyuki’s arms and torso while Moa continued to squeeze and pull at his dick. Then the boy ejaculated for the third time tonight, right onto Moa’s bosom. Moa let go and rubbed his thick fluid all around her breasts like it was suntan lotion. She managed to cover every inch of flesh, on the fronts, tops, bottoms, and sides of her breasts and inside her cleavage, with it.

Fuyuki was released from the ghost, and licked each of Moa’s breasts in a straight vertical line, tasting his own cum. Next, he sat on her torso and stuck his length into her cleavage. He pushed the chocolate-skinned blonde girl’s breasts together and moved them up and down. She could hardly breathe while he was sitting on top of her. He continued massaging his cock with the girl’s breasts until she got a blast of semen on her chin and neck.

The ghost wrapped one of her arms around Fuyuki’s chest and lifted him up off his ass. Moa sat up, wiped some of the fluid off her neck with her hand, and licked it. The ghost used her free hand to squeeze Fuyuki’s butt. Even though the ghost’s body was freezing cold, the feeling of having her huge, naked, fleshy breasts pressing against his bare back was still somewhat stimulating to the boy. He was unable to escape her hold on him, and therefore, was unable to reach his own penis, which was practically screaming for someone to suck on it.

“Moa,” he gasped. “Put me [gasp] in your mouth. [gasp] I need it.”

Moa gave the boy the favor of enveloping his cock in her mouth, and sucked on it. While the living girl was at it, she also took the pleasure of dangling the boy’s scrotum with her finger. This time, though, she didn’t place her fingers over the base of his scrotum. She tapped at his balls with her fingertip and watched his sack swing back and forth, doing so again each time it stopped swinging back and forth. Playing with such a sensitive organ as his testicles startled him. She continued to suck contently on his stiff member while playing with his balls at the same time, and then he finally cummed.

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The fun went on for hours, as Fuyuki alternated between Momoka and Moa. To have some electronic music playing in the background, which was accompanied by the sounds of gunshots and roars, made the situation feel even more like a party. However, they eventually got tired of it, and all the humans fell asleep on the floor.

“Master, I’m finally done,” said Keroro, after walking up to the naked human boy while holding the ray gun. “Whew, that was exhausting, especially without Lady Moa to help me out this time.”

“Oh good. Thanks,” replied Fuyuki, as he got up from the floor. “Say, does this thing also come with a reversal function?”

“Just press the bottom of the trigger,” answered Keroro, who pointed to the trigger, which was a three-sided press-switch.

“Thanks,” Fuyuki said. “Also, about yesterday… I know Natsumi was wrong to beat you up, but that cake wasn’t yours. Let me see if she’s ready to apologize to you.” He then walked over to Natsumi from behind. “Natsumi?”

“What is it, perv?” replied his sister.

“I’m sorry you had such a bad day yesterday, and about the Sergeant eating Mutsumi’s cake, but if I shrink your breasts back to normal, would you do me a favor and apologize to him?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Please?”

A few seconds went by, before she decided. “Fine. Keroro, I’m sorry I beat you to a pulp yesterday.”

“Okay,” said Fuyuki. “Here goes…” He pointed the gun at Natsumi, and pressed the reversal trigger. Natsumi’s breasts and butt then gradually shrank back to their normal size, and her undergarments shrank with their respective body parts. This shrinkage did feel weird, but it didn’t hurt, unlike the expansion. The tight feeling of her shirt subsided as a result, and the shirt was allowed to cover her entire abdomen with ease.

Natsumi then faced away from everyone else, pulling her shirt up to make sure her breasts weren’t wrinkled from the shrinkage. Nope. They were still smooth.

“Hinata-kun,” addressed Momoka, who just woke up. “Would you be so kind as to change me back too? I mean, I did have fun with you and Moa, but I wouldn’t want to go to school like this either.”

“Return…me…back…” requested the ghost, as she reappeared one last time.

Fuyuki zapped both Momoka and the ghost. This, once again, caused their body parts and underwear to shrink. Momoka felt the same sensation in her body parts as Natsumi had, but the ghost didn’t feel anything. Both girls examined their own bodies for wrinkles, which neither of them found either.

“Thanks,” said the blue-haired girl.

The ghost thanked the boy by tapping him with her fingertip, allowing his clothes to rematerialize on his body. The boy then walked over to the sleeping Moa, and gave her a tap on her shoulder.

“Yes, Master?” replied the drowsy Angol as she woke up.

“The sergeant finished fixing the expansion gun. Would you like me to return your body to normal?”

“Nah. I think I like these things.”

“Okay, then. Just let me or the sergeant know if you ever want to be returned to normal.”

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Author’s note: Just to let you know, I will not be writing any Fuyuki/Natsumi fiction. I stated specifically in DeviantArt that the only form of incest I will draw or write about is between mother and son. I might write a Fuyuki/Aki chapter sometime in the future, but I’m not sure though. If anyone would like to add chapters to this, feel free to do so, but please keep it decent. I reserve the right to delete other people’s chapters if I see fit.